“Take off your clothes.” Said Steve.

“All of them?” She asked, her voice cracking.

“Yes. All of them.” Steve replied.

They dropped to the ground, leaving her nude body exposed to the air around her. He looked at her as is though she was today’s dinner. Waiting patiently to grab at her. “Turn around.”

She turned and suddenly winced at the sharp pain she felt around her wrists. He had tied rope around her wrists tightly, almost to the point of bleeding. “Bend over.” He commanded her to do everything.

She bent over reluctantly. “Are you sure about this? I think Christian will hear…”

He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it back, “Who gives a fuck? Are you doubting me right now? Do I have to teach you a lesson?”

“Ow, no, please! I’ll be a good girl, please don’t hurt me!”

“Good. Now stay still.” He said as he put it in. She was dry. Apparently, she wasn’t feeling the sex that night. She wished it could all end. He was rough. Too rough. She always bled whenever he did it to her. Was this how it was supposed to be? She recalls a time of love, when she and her now dead husband, although abusive, would have passionate, loving sex. Where did all of that go? Why was this now her life? He pulled her hair harder. She let out a painful moan. A tear ran down her face. Then she let out a sniffle. When will this hell end?